A few days ago, Mark opened his mouth and let the darkness pour out. Again.
This time, it was an unhinged jab at the Freedom Convoy — truckers who, love them or hate them, stood their ground when most people were too scared to. Mark sneered at them like they were an infection. But this wasn’t new. Back during the COVID era, he chuckled — yes, chuckled — about the idea of tossing the unvaccinated into camps. As if it were some edgy punchline instead of a nightmare ripped straight from the ugliest pages of history.
But now, he’s pivoted. A new obsession: a “wealth tax.” His latest crusade is to strip what’s left of people’s livelihoods, asset by asset. Funny, coming from a guy who’s likely never missed a meal or a mortgage payment. Is it just economic illiteracy? Or is it something worse — a hunger to punish, to control, to dominate?
Because here’s the thing: when someone jokes about camps one year and demands seizure of private wealth the next, it’s no longer politics. It’s pathology.
There’s a kind of performative cruelty here. A casualness with human suffering. It’s not bold. It’s not progressive. It’s psychotic.
Maybe Mark doesn’t understand history. Or maybe he does, and he’s hoping you don’t.
We’ve seen this movie before. It doesn’t end well. It starts with jokes. It ends with boots at the door.
